Chapter 2

I don't remember how long I slept. During my sleep I had been continuously dreaming about my naked mom with her open arms welcoming me. I was into such a dream when suddenly I felt someone shaking me. Surprised, I opened my eyes. Mom was bending over me trying to wake me up. My eyes were so heavy with sleep that for a moment I could not comprehend where I actually was. Slowly the realization came to me and I got up. I looked at my wristwatch; it was ten past eight. I had slept about ten hours.

I looked at mom. She appeared refreshed. She was an early riser and I would have been more surprised had I found her sleeping at this hour. I looked at her beautiful face glowing in morning freshness. Memories of last night suddenly came back to me causing my mind to buzz with delight. I looked into her eyes to find the traces of last night's incident.

"Dave! Get up," She appeared oblivious of the events of last night. "We got to hurry up. We are already three hours late."

"Late?" I looked at her like an idiot; what was the hurry for when we had to return home!

"Yes honey, you know very well. We need at least five hour to reach the peak." Mom replied. "If we delay further we would only be able to reach it by evening."

A pleasant shock went through my mind. We were not going home. We were going forward. Mom was not planning to go back, our weekend was still on. Oh, thanks God.

"I'll be ready in a few minutes" I grabbed my stuff and ran out of the cabin.

When I returned, mom was ready to move. She had changed her clothes; the khaki half pants were the same but her shirt was replaced by a dark blue T-shirt, she looked great. She handed me some cookies to eat. It seemed the goons had taken most of our prepared food and what they had left was mostly some uncooked beans and noodles, which we brought with us to use at the hill during our night halt. They had also left few packs of biscuits. Somehow they had missed one pack of cookies, which was kept separately. So the food was sufficient for us to survive at least for one day in this wilderness.

The second most important thing they had taken was our jungle torch. It was very necessary, especially during nights, in such a dense forest. But mom had an answer to it. She has kept a set of spare torch and batteries in the cabin for emergency purposes. She had checked the cells and they were functioning perfectly. The thugs didn't touch our hiking gear so it was also intact. So, finally we were ready to move.

We started our journey around eight thirty five, our destination was a small peak called Little Thumb. From our hut it was about four and half miles, but it was a rigorous climb and the last hundred yards to Little Thumb were almost vertical and the tourists were prohibited to take that route without the company of a trained mountaineering guide. There was also a less risky, but a slightly longer detour to the peak. But for the people looking for some real and not so dangerous adventure it was fun scaling those heights via the shorter route. Mom had been using this same track. So far, my earlier visits to Little Thumb were through the longer course, but this time mom had agreed to take me via her favorite route and teach me the art of scaling the mountains.

Little Thumb is the part of a twin peak and is the highest peak in our region. From the valley it appears like a projected thumb, extending beyond the mountain, connected to its twin peak in the same way a thumb is connected to palm. Surprisingly, the whole peak was devoid of any vegetation, quite contrary to the surrounding areas, which were thickly covered with trees. I don't know who gave the peak the name of Little Thumb, because to me, this brown rocky peak extending like a tilted pillar, looks more like a tiny cock of a child pointing towards the sky and given a chance I would have named it something like Little Phallus or Mount Pee-pee. The whole thumb shape of the hill was projected out of the mountain, so when someone is standing over Little Thumb, he is virtually standing in space, with only one end of hill connected to mountain and remaining three sides opened to deep ravines.

Most of the sightseers prefer to take the detour that meant first climbing to the twin peak through a guided path and then take a turn and reach the Little Thumb, but for some adventurous tourists and the people like my mother, direct climbing to the top was preferred to taking a simpler route.

We continued climbing the hills, stopping only to catch our breath for brief spells. We first rose to one small mountain and then climb down to the other side. So far we had been following tracks only, and for this part of our journey no special mountaineering skills were required. After about three hours we were at the base valley of the Twin Peaks. Both of the peaks were clearly visible from there. I could see the bare pillar type structure of Little Thumb. That was the region that mainly consists of rocky ascents, requiring the skills of a trained climber. From here the path would bifurcate into two different paths, one going directly to Little Thumb via a rocky and steep climb and second one would first go to the twin peak and then take a detour to Little Thumb.

I was thrilled. Even though the events of last night were still live on my mind, I was trying to pretend to be calm and was looking forward to the journey ahead with my charming mother. I was following mom throughout the way and whenever I looked on her gyrating rump in those khaki half pants, my cock seemed to burst out of my shorts. I was sure that mom too must have noticed the bulging front of my pants, as every time she turned towards me I could feel her eyes making a swift glance at my hardness. But we didn't talk about it and even during our rests no one mentioned the events of last evening. We both were maintaining a deliberate silence.

After Resting for a while, we again started our journey, now following the rocky treacherous route. Mom was climbing like a wildcat and I was aptly following her. From the bottom I was able to see under her khakis. I tried my best to get a glimpse of her pussy mound or her panty through the side opening of her pants, but could only get the view of her creamy white inner thighs. Her pants were not revealing much. I didn't know whether mom was aware of my gaze or not as she continued her climb without worrying about my sneaking eyes.

One hour later we were approaching the last stretch of our climbing. We were now standing over the top of a rock, which was situated just below the peak. Mom stopped there, released her rucksack and hiking gear from her back to the ground and sat on a small rock. I too released my bag and sat beside her.

"We are about hundred yards below the top," Mom said while catching her breath. "Now you will learn some real mountaineering. So far the climb was mostly along angled track but now the climb is almost vertical. Take some rest, after this point our next stop will be Little Thumb only."

I too was puffing with effort, so the idea of resting was quite appealing. I opened my flask and took a sip of water.

"Don't drink in large gulps, take only small sips," Mom advised me. "It'll make climbing easy and you'll preserve some water for the top. We won't be getting any additional water at the top."

I closed the cap of my flask and put it back into my knapsack. For minutes we sat there silently, enjoying the vast country spread before us. I removed my binocular from my bag and surveyed the green valley spread below us. I then checked the twin peak, just to see if there was any activity. Nowhere I could find any movement, mom and I were alone in this vast country. Then I turned my eyes towards mom, she was watching me intently.

"Ted" I was about to turn my eyes away from her, when she spoke. "I think we should talk about what happened yesterday."

I looked at her, not knowing how to reply her. Mother's eyes were dazed as if lost in the hills behind me.

"I never imagined that such a thing could happen to us," She continued. "But it had happened and we can't reverse it. Just tell me one thing honestly, how do you feel about it."

"Mom... I..." I tried to reply but what came out of my mouth was only a stammer.

"Did you enjoy it?" Mother's next question was straight. "Please be honest."

"Yes mom." I could utter only two words, though I wanted to tell her that I enjoyed it immensely and certainly would look forward to every other opportunity to fuck her again.

"I too would like to be honest son," Mom's lips spread into a shy smile. She put her hands over my shoulder. "Though I had never thought about it even in my dreams, but I must admit to you son that it was the best fuck of my life."

With a great surprise I looked at my mother. Never before she had used words like FUCK.

"Since your dad was gone," Mother was not finished yet, " I've been living a stale life, not getting much sex. I badly needed someone to satisfy my needs, someone to put his hard cock into my hungry pussy and fuck my brains out. Last night when those bastards asked you to fuck me, I was disgusted at first but when you started fucking me I realized that you are the man I had been looking for. Later I pondered over it again and again and the only thought come into my mind was that we have already done it once and we both have enjoyed it immensely and so I'd love to do it again with you."

My mouth was open wide with bewilderment and excitement. My cock jumped in my pants.

"I love you my son and I want to be your woman." She pulled me into her embrace. I could not believe my luck; my mother wanted to be my woman, she wanted me to fuck her again and again, like a man fucks his woman. Memories of our last sexual coupling were suddenly flooding my mind. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly. I bent my head and kissed her moist lips. Mom responded with great fervor. I felt her hot tongue slowly entering my mouth and I sucked her sweet tongue. Mom's hand moved down and fumbled with the buttons of my khakis. She opened the buttons and I lifted my ass off the rock to help her remove my khakis and undy. Soon they were lying on the rock.

Mom grappled with my cock, she took it by the base and slowly ran her fingers along its length. I forced my hand from the side of her pants and tried to pet her pussy hiding beneath her panties.

She rose from her position and sat on the ground, her hand continuously massaging my hardness, her lips nearing the bulbous head of my cock.

"You've got a handsome cock son, so large and so thick," She measured the length of my cock by spreading her fingers across its length. "Longer than your dad's," She then, stuck out her tongue and tasted the drop of precum oozing from its peehole. "The very moment it entered my cunt yesterday I realized that this was the kind of cock I had been longing for."

She took my cock head into her hot mouth and started sucking it. She ran her tongue across it, wiping the remains of precum. She licked her lips and gulped it down her throat. And then again her head was buried between my legs. She licked my shaft along its length, alternating between sucking and licking. She licked my balls and took one of them into her mouth, sucking it like a juicy candy.

I lowered my back, resting my head over the rock. Mother's tongue traveled back along the length of my cock, covering it with her saliva. She took my cock head into her hot mouth and sucked it like a lollypop. I was crying with ecstasy pleading her to suck it faster and faster and I was beginning to cognize that if mom continued with her sucking I would start shooting my load into her hungry mouth in a minute or so.

As if mom guessed my situation as she suddenly moved away from me. She stood up and started removing her cloths. In a moment her all cloths were lying on the ground and she was standing with only her hiking boots on, displaying her naked treasures glittering in the afternoon sun. I looked at her magnificent boobs, dangling erotically in the gentle breeze flowing though the valley, with there dark brown majestic nipples standing erect pointing towards me. I would love to suck them, to tease them. Her well-trimmed dark brown furs were gleaming in their sensual wetness and I could see the head of her clitoris peeking seductively. My mouth was suddenly dry.

"Remove your cloths, sweetheart." Mother's horny voice suddenly reminded me of my next step and promptly I removed my t-shirt and thrown it over the rock. We both were standing completely naked facing each other, the only clothing we had on our bodies were our hiking boots.

Mom moved to the rock over which I was lying a moment ago. She sat on it and slowly lowered her back. She bent her knees and opened her thighs wide, showing me the inner lips of her cunt in an inviting way, her clit poking at me teasingly as if challenging me to ravish her.

"Fuck me, son. Fuck me." With two fingers mom spread her cunt lips exposing her pink interior to my hungry gaze. "Rip my cunt with your monster."

I looked at my mother, mesmerized. In just one day she had changed from a simple loving mother to a horny, fuck starved slut. To me it was a welcome change, giving me unlimited opportunities to fuck my lovely mother.

Without wasting a second, I mounted over the rock and lowered my body between her legs. With one hand opening her cunt wide, she grabbed my cock with her other hand and guided its mushroomed head to her wet opening. I lowered my body into her and my rigid cock slowly started moving inside those ravenous depths. She felt tighter than yesterday but her wetness helped my cock by providing sufficient lubrication and inch-by-inch my complete length was inside her.

"Oh... ! Yes baby." Mom sighed. "Your cock feels so good inside my pussy. Fuck son, fuck mommy."

I accepted her request and started sliding my dick in and out of her pussy. She moaned passionately as I dug deeper and deeper into her famished pussy. Her soft muscles clung to my manhood tightly, moving up and down with my cock.

"Oh... ! That's the way son, oh yes." She started humping back to meet my thrusts. "AAAh... ! It's fantastic."

I looked at my cock moving back and forth in my mother's hungry pussy. I groped for her waist and started pumping with increased pace. Mom too responded by increasing her rhythm. My cock was making a strange sound while moving inside her sloppy wet pussy. Mom was in a state of pure bliss, she was crying, moaning, babbling incoherently, her utterance not easy to comprehend. Together we were approaching the inevitable.

Suddenly, mom lifted her legs high in air and locked her thighs around my waist, exposing her hot cunt to me for greater penetration. I rammed my cock into her savagely and she let out a scream of extreme pleasure. My point of deliverance was approaching fast and I could feel the tremendous pressure in my balls. With a sharp cry I dug into her and shot my load deep inside her pussy. My cock was jerking incessantly; splashing her cunt with thick gobs of cum. Mother too grabbed me tightly into her arms. I could feel the unmistakable twitch of her cunt around my cock length. She was heartily enjoying her orgasm together with my warm ejaculation.

Though the pressure ultimately subsided we remained there in the same position. We both were gasping with effort. I lowered my head over mom's breast, closed my eyes and relished the delightful feeling with my own mother.

Finally, we were back to our senses. Mom pushed me to move away from her and reluctantly I moved away from her body, my flaccid cock moving out of her cunt with a low plop sound. Mom too got up from her position and sat on the rock, her ass resting on the rock and her thighs still wide opened giving me a clearer look of her cunt. I could see my juice oozing out of her cunt and slowly settling on the surface of the rock.

"Oh God!" Mom was rubbing her back. "My whole back is sore. You should not fuck a lady in such a brutal manner."

"I am sorry mom," I replied showing feigned concern. "But it was you who told me to fuck. So you should blame yourself only."

I went behind her. Her back looked tender; deep red from the thrusting it had received during our lovemaking. I put my hands over her back and ran my palm over it trying to sooth the skin. Her back skin was back to its original color. I put my lips over her neck and planted a warm kiss, my hands again trying to trespass towards her stomach, into her cunt area. Mom suddenly jumped from her place.

"No, we must move now," She pointed towards the hill. "We must reach there before sunset otherwise we would be stranded here."

Reluctantly, I got down from the rock. Mom was busy collecting her mountaineering gear. I realized then that mom was not putting her cloths back on and instead she had packed them into her rucksack. Then she put the gear over her body and turned towards me. She was standing before me, still completely naked but with her mountaineering gear properly fitted over her body. I looked at her foolishly, her rucksack and gear at her back, her safety gear in position, and a bundle or rope dangling over her shoulder along with her naked cunt and boobs glaring at me.

"Nothing special honey," She smiled at me, as if reading my thoughts. "For years I had dreamt about climbing these heights naked. It had been my deepest fantasy to roam around in this wilderness completely naked, to run in these forests, to climb on those peaks, to fuck on those peaks. When I was younger, your grandpa always accompanied me and I was never able to fulfill my fantasy. Today I am going to live my fantasy. If you want, you can put on your cloths. I'll be going like this."

I too didn't have any intention of not following my charming coach. I simply stuffed my cloths back to my rucksack and put the gear on me. I had complete faith in my horny coach and very soon I too was ready for our expedition.

"While climbing don't get lost into my cunt." Mom warned me. "Carefully listen to what I would be saying and follow that. And," She pointed at my cock. "Just take care of your cock, don't bump it on the rocks, I shall be needing it's services at the top."

We started climbing again. I was keenly following mom. Mom was slowly moving forward explaining the technique to me at every stage and as an apt pupil I was trying to follow her. It wasn't easy for me, whenever I looked up, I could see mother's gyrating pussy and ass in front of my face, making it difficult for me suppress my hard on. And I had to continuously guard against knocking my cock against stony walls of the mountain. Many a times her ass or cunt were only a lick away from my lips, diverting my concentration from the on going lecture. At times I thought I should have at least put my briefs on. One thing was sure; never again I was going to climb naked.

I didn't realize when me reached the top. Mom mounted over the peak and slowly she helped me cover my final steps. She looked at me triumphantly. I was standing on the peak. I had completed my training successfully. I smiled at her and she grabbed me in her arms and greeted me with a warm kiss over my dry lips. We stayed there for a long time kissing each other. I could sense my hardness nudging into her pubic region. Then she withdrew from me and moved to the centre of the hill.

Little Thumb was almost flat on the rocky top with almost no vegetation, an area of about twenty by twenty square feet. I could see on one side a thin trail emerging among the tall pine trees, the detour that was generally used by general tourists. The remaining three sides of the peak were open and falling straight to about hundred to two hundred feet. To prevent any accidents, local municipality had provided iron railings on all the open side making it safer for visiting tourists. Surprisingly, most of the surface of the peak was flat like a plateau with only a rock of about ten feet height protruding above the ground on the extreme end.